Dr. Jai Narayan Vyas
One thing comes to mind about how a mother's devotion and faith should be. A disabled boy used to run his own Gujarat by selling packets of incense sticks. Usually, he would reach places like bus stands or railway stations where large crowds gather and take his incense stick packet and request Sami people to buy it. Sometimes he would get into a bus or even a railway coach and plead with people to sell his goods. This is almost a daily routine. In the evening, he reaches home after making small purchases with whatever money he has collected. Sometimes when a conductor or Railway Jamadar is good, they don't touch him, but sometimes when he goes astray, brass-like people take his hand and take him off the bus or the railway. One day a similar incident happened at the railway station. The railway jamadar took his hand and let him down from the train. Seeing no change in the price on the boy's face, a brother standing on the platform waiting for someone, motivated by compassion, sold two packets of incense sticks from him. He said to the boy in an emotional voice, 'Son, don't you feel sorry that you have to be humiliated like this?' The boy replied, 'No Ray! If I sit down to put it wrong, I will have to starve to death. I don't feel wrong at all. Jamadar does Jamadar's work and I do mine.' The middle-aged man was stunned by the boy's reply. He remembered an incident that happened to him a few days ago. He was sitting down for the evening meal. The night was flowing. It was ten o'clock at night on the wall clock. One of his sons had not yet come home. The man was worried about his son. It is never late, so why is it late today? Just then the doorbell rang. He opened the door. His son was standing in front of him. Anger has now taken the place of worry. 'Why, so late?' The son's reply was, 'We all met a friend there for a project assigned to our group from my college, so it was late.' His father said, 'You should know, right? You had a mobile.' In reply, the son said, 'Yes, but all our friends had silenced their mobiles so as not to disturb the work.' Now it was the son's turn to ask a question. He asked, 'You have deep faith in God. Then why do you need to bear this burden of false anxiety? The God who protects us all is seated. Let him do his job!' From the flashback the man came back to the present. This incense burner was saying the same thing in a slightly different way. God does God's work. If we believe that its job is to carry our good fortune, then by feeling stress or anxiety, we do not add a drop of doubt to our faith in it, do we? In exactly the same way, if someone insults you, what should you do to center the incident? The Jamadar insulted the boy and threw him off the train – what if he was saddened to put this incident in the center? Is it time to die of hunger? The first principle of success is to be faithful to your work. If you succeed in doing that, you will get respect and sometimes you will have to bear humiliation. If you get respect, you will not swell up in excess of joy and you will not be saddened if you have to endure humiliation even though it is not your fault. It is said that, 'Success has many fathers it requires courage to own a failure.' If you are successful, people who have been watching the spectacle till now will rush to participate in it. If the achievement is great, you will be celebrated, but none of it will come when you fail. These same people will hold you and only you responsible for failure and then take that burden on your strong shoulders. Get back to work. Keep trying until you succeed. One day success will kiss your feet. Friends around you who escaped from the happy times will shamelessly embrace you, feeling humiliated and saddened rather than living like a lotus in the water and yet aloof.
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